Songwriter: Ian McLagan Rod Stewart Ronnie Wood

Producer: Glen Jones

[Verse 1]
Cell block five, how I hate bromide
With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
The corner gang never made a man of me, boy, no
You know the walls are tall and the inmates scheme
There's no one here that's more than 17
Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall, listen
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
He said, "Sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy"

[Chorus]
See the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
Who's a nonconformer?
Not me baby, oh yeah

[Verse 2]
Shakey brown didn't hang around
When a Molotow didn't do its stuff
You went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun
You know poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
If he did you were hit by a downtown tram
Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator

[Chorus]
See the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
Who's a nonconformer
Not me baby, oh

[Verse 3]
When I get out, I'll get straight
If this old world gives me half a break
But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
Don't blame me, don't blame me, baby, no, no
Hit me, woo
Ow, ow, ow

[Outro]
Got to make a break for the county line

Faces

An English rock band formed in 1969 by the remaining members of Small Ian McLagan (keyboards), Ronnie Lane (bass guitar), and Kenney Jones (drums and percussion). Ronnie Wood (guitar) and Rod Stewart (lead vocals) left the Jeff Beck Group to form the band’s lineup up until the band disbanded in 1974.